i choose to search my memory, to name the memories as my own memories, memories that I may call up by design, or solicit to enter my consciousness at random.
i am happy to receive or trawl both good and bad memories, both happy and sad memories, I am as happy to bathe in joyful memories as I am to reflect in melancholic memories.
i am capable of taking pleasure, and advice, from the reading, and the writing of memories, be they my own memory’s words, or the words of other's owned memories.
i hear memories when they are spoken, or when joined up with music, to become the memory of song; i myself have no voice for singing, instead i find my beauty in the memory of another’s voice.
i feel memories when the ambiance of instrumentation alights me; i have neither skill nor talent for playing instruments, instead i find my harmony in the memory’s of many other’s rhythms and arrangements.
